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juice wrld – flaws (studio session) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
one to eleven abk sh_t, you know i be fleein’ gang sh_t, you know i rock
999, 999, ho
g_money, we gettin’ money, right?
huh, ya dig

[chorus]
she in love with my flaws, put versace on my draws
that b_tch know that i’m a boss
i’ma catch like randy moss, ayy
i ain’t ever off, yeah
all i do is floss, yeah
double g my outfit, ’cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
racks up, racks up
i don’t f_ck with n0body i hate y’all
i’m a k!ller at heart, like adolf
boy that sh_t dead, like nate dogg
say you want beef trouble, like steak sauce
migos in the trap, like takeoff
big guns, they’ll take yo’ face off
can’t see these f_ck_n_ggas like ray charles, yeah

[verse 1]
a hunnid bands, spend all that sh_t
she looked at my whole team, then f_cked on them
he say he want smoke
we’ll up on him, and we’ll bust at them
they don’t want no static
rock my choker, and tote my ratchet
do a drill, listenin’ to lenny kravitz
off a pill, i dunk, shaquille
tight jeans, bankrolls for s_x appeal, yeah
[chorus]
she in love with my flaws, put versace on my draws
that b_tch know that i’m a boss
i’ma catch like randy moss, ayy
i ain’t ever off, yeah
all i do is floss, yeah
double g my outfit, ’cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
racks up, racks up
i don’t f_ck with n0body i hate y’all
i’m a k!ller at heart, like adolf
boy that sh_t dead, like nate dogg
say you want beef trouble, like steak sauce
migos in the trap, like takeoff
big guns, they’ll take yo’ face off
can’t see these f_ck_n_ggas like ray charles, yeah

[verse 2]
uh, in the booth, yeah, uh
smokin’ boof, yeah, uh
f_ck the lies, i get high to see the truth, yeah, uh
who am i? f_ck n_gga, who are you? yeah, uh
c_ck it back, load it up, i let it shoot, yeah, uh
got the juice, yeah, uh
got the juice, yeah, uh
it’s my world, it’s my world, i got the juice, yeah, uh
got the juice, yeah, i got the juice, yeah, uh_huh, uh_huh
yeah, i pour a four inside my cup like it’s nothing
you run up on me, then you know that it’s bussin’
you ain’t talking money, that’s the end of that discussion
f_ck her from the back, i hit that b_tch until she cumming
aye, woah, paparazzi, fans get to runnin’
rockstar jump into the crowd, now they jumping
.23 up in my glock, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
you ain’t making money, no, you just make assumptions
put my d_ck all in her jaw
break her back, just like the law
this some real n_gga business, so these fake n_ggas can’t get involved
all i do is problem_solve, all i do is count it up
leave him leaking _ aquaducts
shoot him in the stomach ’til he had enough
[chorus]
she in love with my flaws, put versace on my draws
that b_tch know that i’m a boss
i’ma catch like randy moss, ayy
i ain’t ever off, yeah
all i do is floss, yeah
double g my outfit, ’cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
racks up, racks up
i don’t f_ck with n0body i hate y’all
i’m a k!ller at heart, like adolf
boy that sh_t dead, like nate dogg
say you want beef trouble, like steak sauce
migos in the trap, like takeoff
big guns, they’ll take yo’ face off
can’t see these f_ck_n_ggas like ray charles, yeah

- juice wrld

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